Friday, 2 January 2015

534

When Jason woke in the
morning, the first thought that came into his head was his plan to set up a trust
to help gay kids who’d been made homeless by homophobic parents. He lay in bed, the warmth welcome on this
chilly late autumn morning. I want to
stay here, he thought. In
Australia. This is where my heart
is. England will always be about Brent,
about how I and all my arrogant “friends” drove him to kill himself. This country, this city is my home now. I feel at home now in just a few months. People have made me welcome. Eleanor, Keith, Luigi, Graeme, Esmé. People have taken me into their hearts. I want to stay. Which means I need to extend my visa. Do I
have to tell them about me? Can’t I keep
it a secret?